A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wish I owned the rest….*sighs
"We're gonna have to get up soon," Bishop traced a finger along Brooklyn's arm. He leaned across and peppered her shoulder and neck with light sweet kisses. The spicy hints of sex, sweat and her left an invisible sheen across his lips. Bishop ran his tongue across his mouth, savoring the provocative ambrosia. Beads of sweat dotted their skin as the vampires nestled beneath the sheet.
"But I don't wanna," Brooklyn pouted. "I would rather stay in bed all day with you."
Even when she frowned, her features were still just as beautiful. Brooklyn caught his lips in a short but soulful kiss. Bishop didn't want to leave this but in a matter of hours the other vampires would be arriving and the meeting would be underway. His plan was finally coming into place and he had someone who he could share it with, someone who truly appreciated what it was Bishop was doing. Brooklyn was going to be his partner!
"We will have time for more but," he regretfully withdrew the sheet and revealed their naked bodies.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes.
Bishop's hands roamed along and over her body while the steady warm jets washed over them. His tongue darted along hers, gently massaging and twisting it with his. Brooklyn ran her fingers down her lover's back, letting them come to rest on the tight globes of his ass. To Bishop, this tenderly intimate encounter strengthened the bond he shared with Brooklyn. His blood was in her veins while the connection between sire and protégé was unbreakable.
He cradled her face carefully in his hands, looking deep into the rich peppery hues. Where hatred once ruled only love and devotion stood.
After nearly 400 years of existing, I found her….
Brooklyn laid out the glasses and several pitchers of fresh blood, courtesy of a few pedophiles. Bishop liked how she thought: Feed as always except go for the fringe of society. No one would notice nor care as these people were the parasites of society and didn't fit in to their perfect little utopia of suburban existence.
"Do you think they will like the proposal?" Brooklyn finished placing placing everything out.
"I think they will be rather receptive of your idea," Bishop nodded with approval. "It makes total sense."
"Guess it helps that I'm a hunter deep down inside then huh?"
She gave her lover a playful grin then stole a quick kiss from Bishop moments before the first of the vampires started to trickle in.
An hour later the group of 15 vampires stood in a loose circle in the garage. Marcus had dragged himself in, still stinging over his demotion. Now he wanted nothing more than to see Brooklyn as a pile of ash then he stand over it and spat on them then scattered them to the wind. His resentful stare didn't go by unnoticed by Brooklyn who had taken her place by Bishop's side.
"Everyone thank you for coming," Bishop started off. "First I would like to introduce to the newest member of the clan: Brooklyn Ravenwood. Now some of you know her and some of you may not. For those of you who don't, Brooklyn used to be a hunter."
A hushed murmur swept through the group.
"Bishop is it wise to turn a hunter?"
A woman with shoulder length brown hair stepped forth. Her concerns were shared with several others but Bishop was quick to quell such reservations. He stood with hands entrenched in the pockets of his jacket and stood confidently before the vampires.
"I can assure you Brooklyn will no longer be a threat to vampires. In fact, she has something she would like to say."
Brooklyn pushed off from the desk and circled her eyes around the groups. Some faces were anxious while other reflected hope and promise. She felt a little jittery being the center of attention as being a hunter it was always the opposite: Low profile at all times.
"Uh huh," she gave a short wave. "I have a proposal for part of the plan. I think in the best interest of this and the other members of the clan that we need to incorporate hunters."
Several vampires spoke in protest but Brooklyn shot a hand up and effectively silencing them. Her eyes turned harder until two granite orbs sparkled in the light. Bishop was inwardly impressed with how she took charge and drew them in.
"Now before anyone gets all antsy just hear me out. There are hunters who would be more than willing to embrace what we are doing. If they refuse then we simply kill them."
Her cavalier attitude turned heads but Brooklyn again shot up a hand and continued undaunted.
"I've been there done that alright? I know all the tricks of the trade the hunters have at their beck and call. Most don't know that I'm a vampire which will make it easier to infiltrate them. If they can weasel into the police and fire departments to destroy us, we can do the same."
"Listen to her people," Bishop stood beside her. "I know what Brooklyn's capable of as I have seen it firsthand."
"But what about Heggeman and the others?" One called out.
"They don't know about this nor will they learn of it," Bishop answered. "Look we've been in the shadows for centuries; watching from the sidelines like some second string quarterback waiting for that chance to be a part of the game. This is our time people!"
Brooklyn decided to play the gracious hostess and handed out refreshments. Each accepted her offering with gratitude and a smile. They were pleasantly surprised to find the blood warm and crisp as some gatherings offered blood that was from a hospital: stale and bland.
"Now that everyone's had a little pick me up," Bishop started again. "Shall we continue as to why we're here?"
Aidan stormed up the stone steps and through the double doors. He could hear the sounds of laughter and multiple conversations occurring in the garage and followed the voices. He crossed the threshold and noticed the small gathering of vampires. Brooklyn was off to one side talking with two individuals and Aidan noticed the trio was in a deep conversation. Based on the furrowed brows and concentrated looks, it was probably philosophical in nature. Michael was speaking to another vampire and that conversation was lighthearted and comical.
"Aidan," Bishop turned around with a genuine smile on his face. "What a nice surprise."
"Who are they?" Aidan smiled warmly at Brooklyn. She smiled back relieved he and Josh were both alright.
"Well I told you things had changed," Bishop stood with hands folded neatly at his waist.
"Some things never change," Aidan dryly answered. Brooklyn excused herself and took to Bishop's side.
"Aidan are you alright?" Her face darkened into one of concern as Aidan issued his decree.
"Stay away from my friends," he looked pointedly at Marcus. Marcus laid a smug expression on his face but acquiesced to his request.
"Sure," he suppressed a snicker. Aidan looked between the three before turning to leave Bishop's Boy Scout meeting.
"Aidan," Brooklyn reached out to him. "Don't go."
"You stink like one," Marcus jeered. Brooklyn glared daggers at the vampire as Bishop gave a sour look.
"Yeah, it's all over you," Marcus continued. "Doggy stink, doggy sweat, doggy tears."
Aidan watched Brooklyn curled her fists and stood rigid in place. He knew she was two steps short of beating Marcus down in front of the entire group. A part of him wanted her to knock the cocky bastard into next Tuesday.
"People are gonna begin to wonder," Marcus laughed cruelly.
"Wonder about what Marcus?" Bishop intervened. "How a family could turn its back on its own? Turn its back on the weakest among us? We have too much to do and too little time to lay waste to the strength we have."
He looked to Aidan, "That goes for the weakest."
Bishop then turned his head to Marcus with a knowing look, "And that goes for the mistakes."
Brooklyn watched the pompous ass as his cocky smile faltered. She knew Bishop had berated Marcus in front of everyone without the other knowing it. He had everything coming that Bishop threw at him.
Good….let the bastard sweat…..
Aidan gave one last look to Brooklyn before hurrying out of there. She wanted to chase after him but stayed behind with Bishop.
"Give him room," he whispered. "Aidan will come around."
"I'm not so sure," Brooklyn shook her head in disagreement. Her eyes followed Aidan as he vanished around the corner. She knew Bishop was going to have to tell her everything that happened between them…Everything
Marcus stomped across the parlor with the mentality of a three year old. How dare Bishop cut him down like that? He had no right to do!
"What's wrong with you?"
Rebecca stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Her head tilted to the side as her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Marcus stopped and looked at her with eyes that burned with fervent vehemence.
"Bad day?"
The vampire said nothing but suddenly got an idea.
"You really should watch her," he started. "I've seen the way Aidan's been looking at her, wanting her."
The smile dropped from Rebecca's lips as the envy swept over. "What did you just say?"
"You really should keep your boy in line, Rebecca. I mean he's been getting rather…..cozy with Brooklyn as of late."
"That little…." Rebecca marched towards the stairs but Marcus stopped her cold.
"I wouldn't make a scene down there if I was you," he warned her. "Wait until she's alone….."
He watched the animosity Rebecca held for Brooklyn explode as the seed he planted began to grow. All Marcus had to do was sit back and watch that little seedling flourish into a full blown tree of hatred.
Michael remained flat against the wall, listening to Marcus feed a line of bullshit in Rebecca's ear. He clenched hands to his hips, the only thing he could do to prevent himself from pummeling Marcus on the spot. He knew Marcus hated Brooklyn to the core but then again using Rebecca as a tool in his twisted childish antics didn't surprise Michael one bit. Before he realized what was happening, Michael was face to face with Marcus.
"You just don't know when to quit do you?"
"Oh are we going to run to Brookie and tattle on me now?" Marcus sneered at Michael.
"No," Michael slowly paced back and forth in front the vampire. "Unlike you I don't stoop to the IQ of a six year old. You're just pissed off because Daddy brought home the new baby and you can't stand it."
"You're just like Brooklyn you know that? You come in here prancing around like you're something special when in reality you're on the bottom."
"Wow," Michael laughed harshly, "You are some piece of work Marcus. After what you've done to Brooklyn I'm not surprised Bishop hasn't kicked your sorry ass out on the street!"
"We don't turn family out," Bishop appeared behind them. "We cannot cast out a member when they are at their lowest."
"I'm sorry Bishop," Michael hastily apologized.
"Quite alright Michael," Bishop gave a reassuring smile. "Sometimes we all lose our patience."
Bishop dropped his smile as he stepped towards Marcus. Rebecca had left, wanting no part in what was about to transpire. Marcus stood defiant as Bishop closed the space between them, showing the older vampire he wasn't afraid.
"I know what you're up to and I would strongly advise you to cease."
"What are the Dutch going to think of all this? How you've gone soft because of her? How you lusted after her as a human, a hunter no less? This in less than 60 years!"
"They will see past it," Bishop replied in a calm manner. "She has proven to be valuable and of course I know that Javier is aware of her being alive."
"They won't like how you're letting that….that hunter still breathe!"
"Because he can lead us to the other hunters," Bishop hissed. "The ones who threaten everything we've worked so hard to build! Time is against us Marcus."
Marcus huffed and walked away, tired of Bishop's excuses. The Dutch couldn't arrive any sooner
Brooklyn cleared the glasses and pitchers before heading back upstairs and sensed someone was watching her. She silently placed the pitcher on the desk and slowly straightened back up.
"Stay away from Aidan," Rebecca snarled. Brooklyn twisted around to find her face contorted in an open hostility that was directed towards her like the tip of the finest Katana.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't give me that crap," Rebecca charged the smaller vampire and pinned her body against the desk. The edge painfully dug into Brooklyn's lower back as Rebecca's hand clamped around her throat.
"Stay away from Aidan."
Brooklyn shot her hands up breaking the grip Rebecca held over her. The jolt sent her stumbling back a little giving Brooklyn the chance to leap to her feet. Her boots echoed with a light thud against the concrete as her steps were as equally padded.
"Really now? What's the matter Becky? Jealous? At least I don't pop up whenever it suits me then fuck with Aidan's head to which you seem to get off of. From what I've seen, the only thing you're good at is destroying whatever you touch."
She stood calm and poised though her body was in a defensive stance. Years of hunting had shown the subtleties of posture and body language. Brooklyn watched as Rebecca's face betrayed her intentions. Her eyes exploded with enmity as her body shot like a bullet towards Brooklyn. But Brooklyn was ready for whatever Rebecca hurled and shot out an arm and clothesline her across the throat. The pitch of air rushed from Rebecca's windpipe as her feet thrusted from under her sending her body to the floor.
Brooklyn hovered over her as Rebecca lay stunned on the ground. She offered a sympathetic shake of her head before walking way and muttering loud enough for Rebecca to hear, "I don't have time for these childish games!"
Where is everyone? Come on we're getting to the part where the Dutch make their grand entrance!